The next month would be quite an adventure, and I was looking forward to it. This was all very exciting. After a five hour layover, one more flight and we would reach our first destination, Cairns, Queensland.

I discovered that wearing the ring in Australia had become easier for me, it very seldom fell off my finger and I wore it almost constantly. I began to think I would be able to wear it permanently when I returned home because I sensed my energies were changing.

I normally have an excellent sense of direction, so as our flight departed for Cairns, I became concerned. I had the distinct feeling we were headed south, the wrong direction. Did I get on the wrong flight?

Asking my seatmate, he reaffirmed we were indeed headed for Brisbane, our next stop, it eased my mind some, but why do I sense we are going south when we are actually going north? This problem continued all the while I was down under, after a while, I determined it must have something to do with the magnetic poles. Just as the water in a bathtub circulates in a different direction than in the northern hemisphere, so it must be with my sense of direction.

An interesting side note, the flight to Cairns was grossly overbooked, as a result, and unaware to those of us going on to Cairns, we were put on a second plane to Brisbane, occupying the same seats we would have on the flight from Brisbane to Cairns.

My seat mate had mentioned we were flying to Brisbane, but that comment never sank in until we began our descent into Brisbane. I looked around to some of my travel companions seated behind me, they also had a quizzical look on their faces, it was supposed to be a direct flight to Cairns.

Totally confused, we were escorted to the very next gate at the Brisbane airport, boarded the aircraft and sat in the exact same seats we had on the previous plane. This is way too much thinking for me, after crossing 15 time zones and having had little sleep, I don’t want to deal with it, Just get me to my room.